The fever sleds all stricken blind
to the shadow leering at my side that
dirty place where friendship hides take
two of these inserts today and call me when you're high
a liar takes aim,
stealing takes place
pain in my head
apply the tourniquet,
apply the tourniquet
until it's cured until it's dead
apply the tourniquet,
apply the tourniquet
the cold dry air where dawn still sleeps
to stop this rude awakening
that dirty place where friendship lies
you took everything I kept inside now
that nothing left is mine
apply the tourniquet
takes shape and then evil takes place
in my head.
Apply the tourniquet,
apply the tourniquet.
Until it's cured,
until it's dead.
Apply the tourniquet,
apply the tourniquet.
The lines, they're raw,
imperfect rows.
The spry's got it,
awful eyeballs.
A list of names,
like seeds and rows.
A trial fairer,
over things you stole.